Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Check out my awesome new cover designed by STUDIOENP for my story in the RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW anthology. UNDERCOVER which will be available as a standalone read in November.

UNDERCOVER - back cover information

Samuel’s job is to scrutinize the store’s customers and make sure everyone stays on the right side of the law. One sexy guy in particular has him not only hot under the collar, but filling his dreams and starring in his wildest fantasies. Yet, he can’t pluck up the courage to spark a conversation and find out if those lingering looks mean what he thinks they do.

Until, that is, a misdemeanor occurs giving him the chance to haul hot bloke into his office. The only trouble is, Samuel soon realizes he’s bitten off more than he can chew. This man isn’t going to take a reprimand lying down, no matter how much attraction is fizzing between them.

There’s only one thing for it and that’s to allow the heat between them to reach combustion point—even if it means switching, pushing boundaries and bending the rules. Undercover or not, burning desire and scorching lust can’t be ignored.

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

You can now listen to my sexy menage a trois novel THE ACTRESS on iTunes - all proceeds go to the charity ONE.

Sapphire Makepeace has lived her red-carpet life of champagne, caviar, and glittering Oscars to the fullest. But she's also used her celebrity to raise money for charity, one such endeavor included a daring expedition to the summit of Mount Everest in which the world feared her early demise when she became trapped by a furious storm. It was this storm that resulted in the queen of cinema, Hollywood's angel, having a secret shared with only two men: Andy and Lee Driver, brothers, English, mountaineering adrenalin junkies. Fifty-four years later their names still roll around her tongue 100 times a day, because an encounter that extreme, that intense is one that lasts an entire lifetime.

Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.

But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.

But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?

I was home before Gabe and made the most of the privacy. I took the strap-on into the bathroom, and after a quick shower, tried it on.

The harness sat neat on my hips and the leather strips at the back were like a V-shaped thong. At the front, over my thin strip of pubic hair sat the cool mount for the dildo.

The smaller dildo smelled a bit of plastic, the factory maybe, so I washed it in warm soapy water then slotted it into its holder. Instantly, the weight of it surprised me. I could feel it dragging on the pantie harness I wore.

I pulled my hand up the length, root to tip, the way I’d seen Gabe do to his cock, then swirled it around the realistic-looking domed head.

I turned to the mirror. My long, slim cock was impressive and the black leather complimented my sun-tanned skin. I thrust my hips forward and hollowed my back, imagining that I was shoving deep into Gabe.

It was amazing how masculine the movement was. It was such a carnal, primitive sway of my body that it seemed to inject power into me.

I heard a movement outside the door.

Gabe was home.

“Hayley,” he called. “You in there?”

“Yep, just finishing up in the shower.” I glanced at the lock and was pleased I’d remembered to secure the catch. I didn’t want the big reveal ruined.

Saturday, 26 August 2017

Welcome to Saturday Spankings - here's a few from DANGEROUS TO KNOW which is one of my few pieces of pure erotica (no romance!) and is a seriously filthy story about whore fantasy.

Back Cover Information

For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of night and hold my dreams hostage.

Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because of one thing I’m certain—this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.

I wore my slutty purple skirt and silver stilettos again, but this time I teamed it with a tight bottle-green top, large gold hoop earrings and a short denim jacket. I pulled on a pair of panties, black lace, quite pretty for a whore. It didn’t matter. They wouldn’t be on long.

He was waiting for me, standing with his hands deep in his jean pockets. He wore his usual clumpy dark boots and today a faded-at-the-seams black U2 t-shirt. As I approached him, walking sluttily and provocatively, I once again realized how damn tall the man was. He was lean and not overly big built. His long muscles were sinewy and defined, his shoulders wide and angular, and his pants just hugged the top of his thighs. He hadn’t shaved for some time. The stubble on his jaw was dense and shadowed down his neck. It wasn’t much shorter than the closely shorn hair on his head.

The whole look was the opposite of vain. He didn’t care, just wore his skin in a way that suggested he had confidence in his ability to take care of himself, no matter what. I guessed it was that self-assured magnetism that had attracted me to him from six floors up. It was dangerously strong and scarily appealing to my depraved antennae.

“You look so cheap,” he said as I approached.

I shrugged and gnawed on my gum. “Yeah, but it’s up to me to name the price.”

He laughed and the sound almost held humor. “We’ll see. Come on, this way.”

For the second time he tucked his hand into the small of my back and urged me forward. We walked out of the park and past the entrance to the alley we’d been down previously.

My nerves were scattering all over the place, but in a good way. Did I look like his whore? Would passersby know I was going off with this dodgy-looking man to have sex for money? What if I saw someone I knew? Would they stop and speak, ask if I was okay and be shocked by my attire?

It was another risk I was willing to take. The end result was too exhilarating to be missed.

Friday, 25 August 2017

The world could use a lot more love, which is why being united in love is the theme of this short story collection. Each of the characters are dealing with horrific and heartbreaking situations—loss, grief, war, divorce, dementia, disputes over land and more, but what they all have in common is that, with the help of love, of unity, they come through. It may not be all happily-ever-after—since life just doesn’t work that way—but positivity and solidarity shine through in each of the tales and will warm your heart.

So enjoy these stories of unexpected companionship, old lovers reuniting, second chances and creative problem-solving, with the knowledge that the proceeds from your purchase will also have a deeply positive effect—with every penny going to the British Red Cross’s UK Solidarity Fund.

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Thursday, 24 August 2017

Please welcome Tony Flyer to my blog today to chat about poetry and his story LAZY SUNDAY which features in the new SINFUL PLEASURES anthology. I also have a story in this new collectiong titled FIREWORKS.

Magic
Words

By Tony
Fyler

Never underestimate the power of love poetry.

It’s the best tool in the would-be lover’s romantic arsenal, and it
always has been. Better than money, better than power, better than even a hot
body, poetry has been building bridges between hearts, between minds, and
crucially between bodies, for thousands of years. Money is cold. Fun, but cold.
Power is harsh. Seductive, but harsh. Hot bodies grow colder over time, and you
need to be invested in the change to still find sparks.

But poetry is magic, because poetry is woven out of words, and words…

Words are extraordinary. Words are emotions given flesh and bones, set
free in the world, with the power to change it forever. Words are teardrops
with spikes on, and smiles made of sound. Words are I have a dream, and One small
step, but they’re also I do, and Yes, and Forever. Words are promises and kisses, hopes and dreams and all we
know when we look in our lover’s eyes. They are the hands that intertwine, the
breath we take so close it could be theirs, the kiss we dare to say we hope
for, and all that follows on.

Words are the hopes of actions on which love is built.

Which of course is why love
poetry has been building bridges between bodies, and laying the foundations of
lives lived together, for thousands of years. The Ancient Greeks did it. The
Romans did it. So did the Persians. Even the Bible, often castigated for its
generally sexually censorious tone, gets its poetical swaying sashay on from
time to time – check out The Song of Solomon and the bride’s confession of her
love. World class ancient erotica, right there.

That, I suppose, is that point. We live in a sex-drenched glorious
exhausting world, but the erotica we have today is the evolution of all the
ancient love poems ever scribbled by suitors in the desperate hope of melting
the hearts of those they loved or wanted.

None of which, I have to say, was in my mind when I sat down to write Lazy Sunday. None of that had the time to be in my mind – I only
discovered the submission call for the anthology the night before the deadline
closed, and I’d never written erotica for public consumption before in my life.

‘Good,’ said my wife. ‘You’ll get out of your own way then.’

She’s forever telling me to get out of my own way – to stop writing with
my brain, and just write with my heart. To be fair, she’s got reasons for
telling me that.

We first ‘met’ in an online writing group run by a mutual friend. She
lived in rural New York State, I was a Welshman newly arrived in London, a
seeming world away. We chatted by email in and out of the group, and then she
wrote a short story, a peek behind the veil of her everyday life.

I read it, and sent her feedback, and told our mutual friend ‘I want to
be in this woman’s life somehow, however she’ll have me.’

She read my feedback, and turned to her colleague in work, announcing
‘Oh god…I want to marry this man.’

But New York, London, family, careers, how was that ever going to work?
She decided that, powerful as our attraction was – an attraction mostly based
in words pinged back and forth across the Atlantic – she shouldn’t, couldn’t
let herself take me seriously.

So I got out of my own way, and I wrote her a love poem.

And then, a couple of years later, I read it to a wider world at an
intimate ceremony, when the impossible became possible, because we’d decided it
had to be.

Love poetry. Magic. Words that change the world, from hopes to
realities, from maybes and daydreams to waking up next to the one you love.

I am a Welshman, my wife’s an American.

Lazy
Sunday is written from the viewpoint of a Welshman, married to an American. But
that of course is where the similarity ends – when you love, you do not give
away your lover’s real secrets; that would be monstrous. But with a deadline
ticking, and never having written this kind of story before in my life, I got
out of my own way and wrote what to me feels like a love song to a long-married
couple, their banter, their shared life – and the magic power of poetry to
bring them in and focus them, and make all the world go away.

Tony Fyler is Editor-in-Chief at Jefferson Franklin Editing, and spends
his days telling writers what they need to
know, rather than what they necessarily want
to hear. To get a free sample chapter edit, email enquiries@jefferson-franklin.co.uk.

The time I first
discovered her poetry weakness, outside, in the park, with my back against a
tree. Reading French poetry, being desperately pretentious. She was doing the
sun dress thing that Summer, and she looked like something from a watercolour
in the yellow dress with strawberries on, and a broad straw hat. As I read, she
closed her eyes, her breathing getting heavier.

“Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,

Triste, et le jour
pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni
l’or du soir qui tombe,” I read.

She reached over,
letting her hand lie, as if testing a theory, in my lap.

I looked down,
surprised but thrilled, and flared a welcome to her. She took off the sun hat,
then unzipped me, pulling out my cock and covering her hand with the hat. “Keep
reading,” she said, the Summer thick in her voice.

I did, the words, the
intonations rising and falling along with her fist on me. I’d just started “La
vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel” when she squeezed the base of my
cock, I thought to make me stop.

“Le miel,” she repeated, seeming content and yet frowning.

“Life is the flower, and love is the honey,” I translated. She nodded, as
if to say she wasn’t an imbecile.

“Oui,” she said, releasing me from her grip and letting the hat cover my
modesty. “It’s no good,” she decided, her voice quavering. “Was gonna wait till I
got you home, but that can’t happen now.” She reached quickly up both sides of
the sun dress and drew her panties down, letting the dress fall quickly back
into place and handing me the sodden scrap of fabric. That was it, that was the
word, it was absolutely sodden, like you read about in stories and don’t
believe until you experience it for yourself and realise you underestimate a
woman at your peril.

“One day, my darling,” she said, her voice raw and thick as she pulled
the hat away, exposing me to the breeze and any wandering eyes, “I’m going to
sink down your body while you read me this stuff, and I am going to suck your
cock and blow your tiny mind to the sound of the French poets.”

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Wednesday, 23 August 2017

When Reverend Mark encounters a beautiful woman in his new congregation, he can’t begin to imagine what secrets and desires will be revealed when the church falls silent. Because Clara is no ordinary member of the flock, she’s temptation personified, sin wrapped up in pleasure, and living his Earthly life without her at his side isn’t something his heart or soul can contemplate.

He spread the strands of her hair out, watching his own movements as he did so. “Yes, that day is imprinted on my memory. Of course it happened before I made my commitments to God, our relations, and I’ve made my peace with the fact we were out of wedlock.”

“We were young, in love, experimenting the way all teens do.”

“In love.” His gaze lifted and connected with hers. “Yes, we were, very much so.”

She bit on her bottom lip. Could he love her again? Was there still a kernel of longing in his heart for her? They’d ended so brutally, like a Band-Aid being ripped from a wound that hadn’t healed, and for her at least, it still hadn’t healed. It was raw, and it ached in the very center of her soul.

He leaned forward a little, his attention now on her mouth.

Damn it, she wanted to kiss him, even if it meant going to hell. Surely burning for all eternity would be a small price to pay to have his lips on hers once more.

Does he want to kiss me?

Suddenly he straightened and looked in the direction they’d been walking. “We should…”

“Yes. Come on, this way.” She snatched in a breath and balled her hands into fists. She had to stay strong. Reverend Mark was off limits, no matter how tempting he was.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Samuel’s job is to scrutinize the store’s customers and make sure everyone stays on the right side of the law. One sexy guy in particular has him not only hot under the collar, but filling his dreams, and starring in his wildest fantasies. Yet he can’t pluck up the courage to spark a conversation and find out if those lingering looks mean what he thinks they do.

Until, that is, a misdemeanour occurs giving him the chance to haul hot bloke into his office. The only trouble is, Samuel soon realizes he’s bitten off more than he can chew. This man isn’t going to take a reprimand lying down, not matter how much attraction is fizzing between them.

There’s only one thing for it, and that’s to allow the heat between them to reach combustion point even if it means switching, pushing boundaries and bending the rules. Undercover or not, burning desire and scorching lust can’t be ignored.

I'm so excited to be here, this is my first time with Sexy Snippets. I hope you enjoy this little snippet from my newest release CONFESSION.

When Reverend Mark encounters a beautiful woman in his new congregation, he can’t begin to imagine what secrets and desires will be revealed when the church falls silent. Because Clara is no ordinary member of the flock, she’s temptation personified, sin wrapped up in pleasure, and living his Earthly life without her at his side isn’t something his heart or soul can contemplate.

Snippet

He knew full well Corinthians stated sex outside of marriage was immoral, sinful, and should be condemned. But damn it, Mark was pretty sure sex, right now, with Clara would be wondrous, special, and deeply connecting.

As they walked, he was aware of himself hardening. He frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets again.

Sex with Clara right now was not going to happen. He was simply seeing her safely do her door, the way a good Christian man should.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a naughty video, she doesn't think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's beast and making him sit up and take notice.

Finally.

But what about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even remember his fantasies.

During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.

He made swift work of reattaching the strap so she couldn’t move from the new position.

“How does that feel?” he asked, picking up the flogger again.

She didn’t reply.

He slapped the flogger against his thigh. The sting was a shock. He’d have to be careful. “Answer me.”

“I…yes, it’s okay like this.” She sounded nervous.

“We’ll just try one, baby, if it’s not working for you, then never again.”

She nodded.

“Relax, just relax.”

He didn’t want to rush, so he spent a couple of minutes sweeping the flogger over her body, toes to head, letting her concentrate on the kitten-soft sensation.

When he was sure she was at ease, her breathing steady, he set his attention on her buttock.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

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When Reverend Mark encounters a beautiful
woman in his new congregation, he can’t begin to imagine what secrets and desires
will be revealed when the church falls silent. Because Clara is no ordinary
member of the flock, she’s temptation personified, sin wrapped up in pleasure,
and living his Earthly life without her at his side isn’t something his heart
or soul can contemplate.

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